Sweatbox Lyrics - The Wolfgang Press

[Breath breath] 

I'm not going to take it lying down 

I'm not going to face my head in the ground anymore 

I said see me in the fall 

See see see see see me walk 

Here comes the strawman 

Here comes the bad man 

Here comes a good man 

Here comes a cccccc 

It's godhead godhead 

Here comes the strawman 

It's godhead, it's godhead 

I'm in a sweatbox 

Here comes the sweatbox 

I'm in a sweatbox 

I've been away 

Tell me why I feel this way 

And tell me why I have no faith 

Shove it in the ceiling 

And post when the wife's away 

Shove it in the ceiling 

And I'll send it to the wife today 

I'll send... 

I won't take it lying down 

I won't face it since you ran away away 

Sweet sweet sweet 

Shake it down to the ground 

Shake it down down down 

I am the mad man, I am the strawman 

I could be evil, I could be wild as sin 

I could be your saint 

I put a spell on you 

I put a spell on you 

Ooh I could be ah 

Yeah shake! 

Oh shake up down inside in 

I put a spell on you 

And tell me why I feel this way 

And tell me why I sing this way 

This way I put a spell on you 

I am in a sweatbox 

I put a spell on you 

Oh you strange fruit from the trees 

Strange dreams 

I am the strawman 

I am the bad man, I am the good man 

So shake, so shake shake shake...